His Protection

Prologue

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#Its only the beginning but sometimes, the beginning is the best part.

---PROLOGUE---

You know if I stopped running, I think they'd probably kill me. Wise idea to keep running and be like Doreen. Just keep runinng, running, running.

I breathed in and out, just like I practiced. Just like how I was taught. My feet kept moving, one foot in front of the other. Black, combat boots softly hitting the damp ground; splashes of mud and dirt flew up onto my bare arms as I took another turn.

They took my coat. How dare they! Luckily I have two more at home but still, that was like, my coat.

Losing my coat had cost me the large gash on my forearm which I was not too happy about; it really stung. I gritted my teeth together and forgot about the pain, keeping my focus on my breathing; my running and on the heavy pounding of footsteps eminating from the five guys chasing me.

"Keep it soft when you run. Enemy's will hear you if you run hard so stay light on your feet, you want the element of surprise on your side, not on theirs." I muttered my teacher's words under my breath as I ran around a dumpster over loaded with garbage bags. Flies swarmed around it, waiting to taste the rotting food inside and drink all the juices that seeped through the large, black plastic bags. I could hear their heavy footsteps behind me, telling me that they had not been trained like me in a running sense. They were trained in fighting like me but in a different way that made it difficult to anticipate their moves. Their style of fighting was in a way equal to mine I guess you could say. My hearing picked up the loaded 9mm Glok's they carried on each side of a heavily muscled stomach as their heavy bodies moved forwards, large lungs trying to take in as much air in as possible.

Man, do these guys never give up?

I smirked and pushed my body forward, propelling it into the not so clean air. This alley really wasn't the best place to be running through; with shards of glass almost everywhere as unhealthy humans sat drinking bottles of alcohol, previous ones lay scattered around them. Yes, I am human. Not some green alien with an oval head and black eyes, no those were behind me. They were alien in the sense that they weren't human. I could feel my knives rubbing against my calves, the one under my foot rattled every now and then and the three on my waist stayed firm, moving up and down with my body. I broke through the darkness of the alley, landing onto a grey stoned street, not a soul in sight.

I had to leave that mess behind, it was a mistake going going there but I had to, no matter what the consequences would be. Who in their right mind stops a girl from finding their father? Right, no-one. It had to be done though and Flowers was going to have my head when he found out that I had disobeyed his direct orders and that I had gone for it anyway.

I knew I was careless and that I should have just used the gun like I was told but I had always preferred hand to hand combat. Bring me a knife and I'm sorted. Sure I knew how to load a gun, point it at a moving target and shoot in under five seconds. Or how to use an empty gun to kill someone who was no less than 5 meters away from me. But knives always make the party more fun, it brings in a different element. They say to never bring a sword to a gun fight because logically you can get killed. Well sorry to spoil that theory because I bring these babies with me where ever I go.

I was the best in my division - after my father of course - but sometimes even a silencer made the noise hearable to people walking by. We wouldn't want them to see an 18 year old girl killing someone who was twice their size now would we? 'Noise draws attention, always remember that'. Ah yes, one of the few wise words spoken to me by my father. Where was he and his wise words now? 'I'll always protect you' he had said. I snorted. Where was his protection now when I was being chased by five heavily armed and non-human...people couldn't be the right word if they were inhumane. Lets go with things. I was being chased by five heavily armed things, for what? Trying to pry some information from one of them about my father? Sick bastards.

I should just focus on the task at hand and keep going.

And so I did. I took a left, the morning sun warm on my skin as I rushed past a blue Jeep, stationary next to a white house; a coffee shop was next to it and I just caught a green banner with Bernadette's Coffe Shop written in gold italics. A mother and a daugter were walking towards me, hand in hand. The mother was smiling down at her daughter, her green eyes sparkling with pure joy and love for her daughter. How I wished I could have that kind of relationship with my mother. But that will never happen. The daughter seemed to be about five in a little sunflower dress, her blonde hair was pulled up into a high pony tail and she smiled a toothy grin, one front tooth missing. Man, life was just so carefree when you were five.

I needed them to get out the way, not that they were a threat to me but they were in danger because of the things behind me. I glanced back to see the things chasing me, 10 meters separated us. I didn't have much time but I had enough. I quickly sized up the mother. She was short with a little fat on her and couldn't weigh more than 110pounds (50kg). Without warning I ran towards them, running at them at full speed. I felt my calves burn and my lungs heave as my limp arms reached out and broke their hands apart, my arms snaked around each waist as I pulled them against my body. The mother let out a startled cry to my left and the little girl squealed and clapped her hands. One quick glance over my shoulder told me that they were about 7 meters away from me.

"Faster!" The little girl clapped, her face broke out into complete joy as I ran, my arms burning with the weight. I knew they wouldn't go after these people but if they had gotten in the way, I don't think this little girl would be smiling right now.

"Catch your daughter and then run home straight away okay? Don't tell anybody about this because I saved your life and this never happened." I said through clenched teeth to the mother that was clutching onto my arm. She looked at me with an open mouth but her eyes told me that she would do as I told. An opening came in when three large garbage bags sat a few houses down from mine.

"Now!" I yelled and in one fluid motion I threw the daughter to her mother who then caught her. A second later the mother was gone from my grasp, landing with a loud 'oomph' on the garbage bags.

"Run Forest Run!" I glanced back to see the little girl jumping on the spot, a huge grin on her face and her eyes sparkled with excitement. I smiled at her and sent her a small wave. It was then  that I knew that my day was not going to turn out to be the worst day of my entire life.

---PROLOGUE IS FINISHED---

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